Day Four: 31st March. Where are they now?
Whatever happened to your __________?
Write about the fate of a past knitting project. Whether it be something that you crocheted or knitted for yourself or to give to another person. An item that lives with you or something which you sent off to charity.
I know this topic is from a few days back, but I’m a little bit behind. Nevertheless, I’m going to post about it anyway. At first I couldn’t really think of any projects that I’d have made a big impact, or held a really special place in my heart, mostly because all of the projects that I really love I haven’t finished yet or had that much time away from them to come back and talk about them already. However, digging a little deeper one project does come to mind. My Pogies. I wrote about them a while back in the fall and haven’t really seen much of them since, but they had quite the journey. Worthy enough to bring attention to them now.
For those of you who aren’t up on rowing lingo (as I assume most of you probably aren’t) Pogies are a special mitt that goes around the outside of the oar handle, allowing the rower to keep their bare hands on the oar while protecting them from the bitter morning cold.
Luckily this fall was relatively mild and I didn’t feel the need to cover up my hands until well into the season. Had it been any colder my idea to knit these pogies would have been altogether too late.
These little guys went to Welland for the Ontario University Athletics Championship. They weren’t done of course. I’m sure I was the only rower there knitting between races. I managed to finish them up before November, which was a good thing because that last week on the water was COLD. So cold that the hull of our boat and our oars were coated with ICE when we got off the water. It was chilly; And rowing isn’t really a sport conducive to bundling up. The clothing of choice is spandex, and lots of it in this case!
To top it all off these knitted wonders made the trip out to Victoria for the Canadian University Championships as well. Luckily it was much warmer out there, so I didn’t really use them that much. But I was happy to have them there just in case!
As I was rooting through luggage bags today (for something entirely unrelated) I came across my Purple Pogies. They brought back some great memories of the season, and a hint of sadness about their fate. It’s unlikely I’ll be rowing again anytime soon, and hopefully not in the chilly season either, which means these mitts just might have passed their prime. But who knows, that’s what I thought last time I stopped rowing.
Although this post has had relatively little to do with knitting, it’s been nice to look back at some good memories. All thanks to some knitting.